After the Storm

I could not help
but stare
at the moon’s
last quarter,
tangled in
mesh, seined,
pursued then
quickened as
Saturn and
Jupiter remained
still and
some ways off.

The driveway
is littered
with branches,
leaves, and
the dirt bitters
of worms are
acrid-wise —

The cracked Earth
swells, maybe becomes
whole again.

Image: Dave Lowe on Unsplash

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